The End Point

As I sit quietly in the lower level of the hotel happily avoiding the harsh -12 degree weather outside, I’m taking a moment to reflect on the rollercoaster of a journey that has led me to this point – less than 24 hours from meeting my birth mother, younger half brother and step father.

Honestly, the past week has been keeping my mind occupied, enjoying and immersing myself in the sights and culture that Korea offers. (Let me tell you, it’s incredible)

***

As I sit and revisit my blog posts, I am taken back to April 2015—the day I decided to open up and share my journey with you all. While the search started long before that, the initial post marked the beginning of a story that would eventually lead to tomorrow. As I read and reflect, I can’t help feel sense of pride in my persistence, determination and ability to deal with challenges most haven’t experienced in their life.

Surprisingly, nerves remain elusive in this moment, but I’m very aware that tomorrow may be a different story.

Tomorrow is not just a testament to my journey but also a recognition of the strength and courage displayed by my birth mother. In 2020, she reached out to the adoption agency, breaking a silence that had lingered for what felt like a life time.

Perhaps my persistence played a part, but whatever the reason, I am profoundly grateful for this opportunity. Tomorrow marks the endpoint of years and years of waiting and searching. It’s still feels very surreal. It’s not that I never thought this moment would come; it’s just a bit unbelievable that it’s actually happening—tomorrow.

****

Juggling expectations is indeed a challenge; my mind tends to fluctuate between two scenarios. Nevertheless, I’m making a conscious effort to maintain a positive outlook.